Nostalgia
Tonight I write one of the saddest lines of my poem : "O.. Longing who blows in the breeze. Your inexistence perforated through desolation. Spending time with you was too short. When oblivion takes a thousand years. Letting you go was the saddest chapter for this spring ballad; It does still rain all night like the days before; But it's presence won't be the same again. At the end, I'm the one who cries."